“We better get dressed,” Sabrina suggested, but made no move to follow through. “But, um, you’re still hard.”
“I’m always hard when I think of you, or you’re in front of me.”
*
Sabrina stood on unsteady legs and quickly took off the babydoll, and put her own clothes back on while she watched her husband. He hadn’t zipped himself back up yet, although he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. She knew he tried to get himself under control, but she had a better idea.
Dropping to her knees between his thighs, Lucien didn’t have time to protest before her mouth was on him. She smiled around his shaft when she felt his legs tremble, and his hand slid into her hair.
She dipped her hand between his thighs to play with his twins as she sucked him deep. His girth was wide, but she managed to take half of him inside as she swirled her tongue around the crown. His essence dripped from the slit, which she had no problem lapping up.
Her husband had a sensitive spot on his dick that she discovered early on in their relationship. When the slightest pressure was asserted, it would cause him to blow like a rocket. It was on the part that had burned slightly so, to make sure she didn’t hurt him, she always ran her fingers over that part first. He’d always give it away because his breathing changed when she ran over the spot, like it just did. She held him tight with her mouth and sucked when she pressed his button and heard his breath catch in his throat as he came.
She met his gaze as his release filled her mouth and she swallowed it all. She let him see her love and smiled around him when he returned the sentiment.
Bang…Bang…Bang
The banging on the door had Sabrina jumping up and straightening her clothes. Lucien was more laid back and took his time, putting his dick away, the smile of pleasure still plastered on his face.
“Anyone inside?”
“Yeah,” Sabrina replied.
“Just a minute,” Lucien said.
There was a pause, and then they heard, “Not again,” as the store assistant moved away.
Sabrina snickered and wondered how many times couples had their wicked way like they had just done.
As Lucien watched his mom cuddle Alexander to her chest, his decision had been made. His mom had tears in her eyes, and so did Sabrina, who sat beside her. His wife met his gaze, and he hoped she told him without words that she wanted to move back to Lexington. It wasn’t something they’d discussed, but he knew it was time to put the cards on the table.
“Hello, son,” his father greeted him, as he walked over to peek at his grandson. “How are things?” He kissed Sabrina on the head, and walked over to him.
His father wrapped him up in his arms. “It’s good to have you home.”
He felt an ache in his chest at his father’s words. “It’s good to be home, and we’re all doing well.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Elias took a seat next to his wife. He’d probably realized that was the only way he was going to get to see his grandson, at least right now. “Come and sit with us. You look as though you’re about to run out the door.”
His father wasn’t too far off the mark. The thought had crossed his mind to find somewhere quiet to think and to get his emotions under control. Anyone would think that he was the one who’d had the baby instead of Sabrina with the way he felt. He loved his family and, now that he no longer felt the need to hide anymore, he wanted to come home. With the idea that was forming, he’d need to talk to his dad. Because instead of house hunting, he thought that maybe Sabrina would like to help design their own home on the land that he’d been gifted by his parents. He didn’t see why they would say no since Michael, Ramon, and Sebastian had all built their homes on their section. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Are you okay?” Sabrina’s soft hand slipped around his scarred one, the worry for him clear in her voice.
He frowned.
“You spaced out.”
“Shit. Sorry.” He grinned and pulled her down on his lap. “I’m fine.”
She didn’t believe him, but he didn’t blame her with how he’d been recently.
“I promise.” He kissed her nose. “We’ll talk later,” he whispered, “but I promise it’s nothing awful.”
“I’m going to still worry until you’ve told me what’s going on with you.”
He didn’t want that so he went for it. “How would you feel about moving back to Lexington?”
“Permanently?”
“I think so.”
“Yes.” She kissed his lips. “Yes.” She kissed his nose. “Yes.” She kissed his lips again. “Oh, God. Please don’t tell me it’s a joke.”
He laughed. “No joke.” He caressed her face. “I think it’s what we need to do. We need our families around us, just as much as they need us around them.”